"Looks like a Torchwood team have arrived," Mathieu said, pointing at his computer screen which had CCTV footage up on it. "Sarah-Louise, you go deal with them."

"Me? Oh, alright then!" Sarah-Louise said, walking over to the door. "I'm not doing it to the next group though!"

"And I'm only doing it for Torchwood Cardiff," Reanne muttered, sat up on Ben's desk, wearing a pretty short skirt, but not completely short, and a shirt with a lot of buttons undone.

Sarah-Louise nodded, opening the door and letting it close behind her. She walked down the steps, her heels clicking loudly until she reached the bottom. She then opened another set of doors to walk down a long corridor. At the end of the corridor was another door which led out into Paris. She pushed open the doors and walked over to a group of people.

"Bonjour. I'm Sarah-Louise. I believe we arranged to meet here for the meeting?" Sarah-Louise asked them, brushing some hair off of her face. She was wearing black trousers, high heels and white shirt, the sleeves rolled up her arms.

"Tamsin." The woman standing before her with shoulder-length brown hair said curtly, extending her hand. "Let's just dispense with the small talk and get to business, shall we? We left a lot of work back in Salisbury."

Behind Tamsin, a dark hair man sighed. "Greg," he extended his hand as well. A third man was about to step up to her when the first put her hand up to stop him.

"Nigel. Rae. Dilys. That's the team. Now, the meeting?"

"Of course. It's nice to meet you all," Sarah-Louise muttered quietly, leading them back the way she came. When she reached the top of the stairs, she pushed open the door to a big room, full of tables and chairs. At the moment, there was none of Torchwood Paris in there. "This is the meeting room. Make yourselves at home."

Tamsin pushed past the rest of the group and indicated where she thought they should sit. Greg cast a puppy-dog-eyed look her way and was met with a hard glare. "Sor-ry!"

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Myles looked down at his watch. "Glad to see that Torchwood Six is so punctual - must be all the wine." Andi shot a glare over his direction. "You do realize that was more than a little racist, right?" He shrugged it off and pointed to get her attention. "You might want to do something about that..." "Wha- Oh! Katie! No!" Myles just laughed as his second in command went chasing after the woman with the brightly coloured hair.

"Uh, Ben!" Cassandra shouted over to the boy, who was currently giving Reanne a 'High School Musical' hug. This was a hug that a boy gave from behind the girl. He looked over her with a quizzical expression. "What are you meant to be doing right now?"

Ben looked confused for a few seconds, then his mouth dropped open, letting go of Reanne and running to the door. "Oh shit! I forgot I'm supposed to be meeting Torchwood America!" Ben exclaimed, literally jumping down the flight of stairs and sprinting down the corridor. He crashed out into the open air and saw the group from Torchwood. He walked over to them, giving them an apologetic look. "I am, so sorry!"

Myles just nodded, hardly paying attention as he was currently watching Andi try to convince the other to come back and meet the rest of the people they had come to meet. "No, this is good." He turned to him. "Myles. And that is Andi - who is chasing Katie. Rest of the team here is Anwen and Lucas. And you would be?"

"I'm Ben. Torchwood Paris, obviously. And also possibly the worst time keeper out of the lot of us. So, is your team ready to come into the meeting room? Torchwood Salisbury is already here…" Ben said, trying to sound sort-of professional, even though he looked far from it. Today, he was wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans. His trainers were a white colour, although slightly less white than they should be. Plus, his hair was completely in that 'just got out of bed' look, mostly due to Reanne messing up his hair on purpose because it was 'funny'.

"Sure, just let me call those two over." He stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a whistle that rang out clearly across the square. Katie smiled and bounced over to the rest of the team. "All right, lead the way."

"Hey, Anwen, is your sister going to be here?" Katie asked, looking at the dark haired young woman beside her. Anwen shrugged.

Ben nodded, trying desperately not to put his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie. He led the group back down the corridor he had sprinted down and back up the stairs into the meeting room. Sarah-Louise was already there with Torchwood Salisbury. "Ok, this is the meeting room. Make yourself at home and stuff. That girl over there is Sarah-Louise, one of ours."

Myles arched an eyebrow, making his way toward the woman he had just been told the name of. "Sarah-Louise, what a beautiful name, very French - very..." He was cut off by the look Andrea and Lucas were giving him.

"I'm English," Sarah-Louise said, looking him up and down. "And so very far out of your league." Ben burst out laughing, quickly covering his mouth when Sarah-Louise glared at him. "Cool it, Jäger."

"Wrong tree," Lucas laughed behind his hand to the girls, who didn't bother to hide that they were laughing at their boss.

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Sarge watched the whole fiasco that was the meeting so far and sighed, pulling himself out of his seat. "Well, I'll go do the next team, shall I? Unless it's Torchwood Cardiff, who specially asked for Reanne."

"Because I'm awesome," Reanne mumbled, grinning brightly.

"Definitely not because of that," Mathieu muttered under his breath, receiving a shove from Cassandra. "Hey!"

"Children, behave," Sarge said patronisingly, walking over towards the door in his UNIT uniform. "Now, I want you three to behave, not start any fights, no throwing stuff, make no mess and for once, please don't end up with paper everywhere."

"One time!" Cassandra exclaimed, as he walked out of the room, the door slamming behind him. He made his way down the stairs and straight out through the corridor into the French air.

He sighed. No one was here. Typical. Now he was going to have try and find him, something he did not want to do at all. He started to walk down the street, looking out for any sign of Torchwood Glasgow.

A round-faced man with a slightly wind chapped face smiled at him as he walked by, three small dogs on leashes.

Sarge saw the man and inwardly groaned. 'Please tell me this isn't who I'm supposed to be meeting' he thought to himself, standing in front of the man. "Torchwood Glasgow, by any chance?"

He smiled and extended his hand. "Archie." he looked at the animals with him. "And my very good friends - Mr. Binkers - he's tech, Skippy O'Reily - my second in command, and," he leaned in to whisper, "Freida - we keep her around because she's a good listener..."

Sarge shook his hand firmly, then let go, inwardly wishing he had sent Cassandra or Mathieu. This was one guy he was never, ever going to be friends with in his whole life. "Sergeant L.S. Thompson. Nice to meet you…all… Now, are you ready to come to the meeting?"

"I think we are - aren't we, crew?"

Sarge nodded and led the man and his dogs, or rather, his crew, up the steps into the meeting room. "This the meeting room. Do make yourself comfortable. Ben is over there, with Torchwood America and Sarah-Louise is over with Torchwood Salisbury."

There was a squeal as Katie saw the dogs and ran, coming to a sliding halt on her knees in front of them. "PUPPIES!"

"Oh this is going to be a long meeting," Sarge muttered quietly under his breath, sighing.

Myles tapped Katie on the shoulder and motioned for her to stand. Poking her tongue out at him, she flounced over to the table and sat next to Greg with a 'thump'.

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"Yes! Yes! Yes! My turn! My turn!" Reanne exclaimed, jumping down from the table she was sat on and running over to the door, pulling it open and running down the stairs. "This is going to be so much fun!" she exclaimed loudly from the corridor.

Cassandra and Mathieu rolled their eyes, looking at the CCTV screen. "You know, each Torchwood has a word or so to describe them. Want to hear?" Mathieu asked, and Cassandra shrugged, nodding. "Torchwood London has gone. Torchwood Glasgow are crazy. Torchwood Cardiff are retards. Torchwood America is a nursery. Torchwood Salisbury has no clue."

"What about our Torchwood?"

"We're the kids."

"Awesome."

Meanwhile, Reanne had jumped up onto a wall, quite high up so she couldn't get down easily without showing the world her underwear. She had made sure her skirt was short enough and her shirt was undone just enough. She began to swing her feet back and forth, looking out for Torchwood Cardiff.

Owen was the first to spot the girl. He nudged Jack, who was discussing changing the pterodactyls roosting habits with Ianto. "Bird on the wall." He hoped Tosh had not heard him. Jack looked up and suddenly wished he were single.

Reanne watched a group, with two out of the three men staring at her. She gave them a seductive smile and winked at them, knowing it was most likely Torchwood Cardiff. But, she wasn't going over to them. They can walk past her first so she could scare them. Now that would be funny.

Jack watched as he passed, "Green. Bold choice. Doesn't exactly match your shirt."

Ianto heard him and whipped his head around to the older man. "Sir?"

"Nothing."

Reanne just smirked at him, waiting till he was just within earshot. "So, I'm guessing your Ianto Jones," she said loudly, her French accent coming out strongly. Much more strongly than she hoped, but still.

The group turned as one. "Yes, that would be me." he blushed a little at the attention.

Reanne just smiled at him, looking him up and down slowly, until her eyes rested back on his. "I'm Reanne."

"I talked to you on the phone," Jack subtly pushed Ianto a little to the side to get in her line of vision. "Your voice fits you."

"I know I talked to you on the phone, Jack. And can I just say, I know you'd prefer me without the green, would you not?" Reanne said, moving her eyes to look straight at him. "Would you not?"

Jack could feel the smile spreading across his mouth, but before he could answer her, Ianto's cell rang. "Erin? Yeah, we made it here safe...so, you got my message...good, good...yes, I can tell him SUSAN said hello...love you too." He snapped the phone shut and looked at Jack with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, "You were about to say something, sir?"

"Oh, sir? Really? Very kinky. I like it. Maybe I should call you sir too, Jack?" Reanne muttered, completely ignoring the fact that he seemed to have girlfriend or something. "So, we can go to this meeting, but, I can't quite get down without showing France my lovely, green underwear."

Jack offered her his hand, ignoring the look he was getting from Tosh. Reanne took hold of his hand, managing to get herself down. She brushed her skirt down, suddenly feeling very short. "God, you lot are quite tall, aren't you?"

Tosh leaned to the other young woman standing beside her, "This is going to be a very long weekend, isn't it, Jimi?"

Reanne watched the pair whispering for a few seconds, then turned back to the boys. "So, are you ready to go to the meeting? You are the last group, unless you count Cassie and Mathieu from ours. And God only knows where Piers is."

"Right behind you," Jack said, earning a poke from Ianto.

"I'd prefer you in front, actually," Reanne replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she smiled sweetly at him.

Jimi turned to Tosh, nudging her. "That's what she said!" Owen looked back at her. "Oh, sorry...bad timing?"

"I thought it was funny." Tosh admitted.